The cook called him “Vainglorious”
To be sure, he’s now notorious.
He sat and drank…Is he a curse?
The ship— Sat and sank…wait…It gets worse.
After...on a tilting deck,
He slipped in to a bright orange vest,
Comfy now, and by some stroke,
He fell in to the ships life boat.
While others, going, not knowing where,
It is frightening in the pitch black air,
Freezing cold, no where to hold…
Screaming HELP! Gasping! Just be bold.
WHERE IS THE CAPTAIN? for it’s been told
They are brave, yes! It’s been told,
Women…Children…Hurry! Fast!
A ships “brave” Captain is always last.
Vainglorious, VAINGLORIOUS?
If the captain, was, the first to flee,
Left others, in the cold, black sea,
There’s some mistake… this just can’t be,
He Stinks like yellow— Like yellow pee.
A Brave Captain never, ever…leaves,
Leaves others just to drown,
A Captain has to take command,
Help others off…there are lives at hand!
Captain leaves first? You’re not a man—
Coward! Murderer!...you left them...be,
It smells, you know…Yellow…
You left them...Be.
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